So the kinky academic who almost died in an S&M club in Manhattan says he's ashamed of his perversion — and wants to change.
Robert Benjamin's life was saved by a dominatrix working at the Nutcracker Suite. She found him in a thick leather collar with a creepy face mask, suspended off the floor. (At my house, this is called "Sunday.")
By all appearances, Benjamin seems like a normal guy — except of course, that he's a college professor. That alone should have been a hint, since we all know, academics are lurid pervs who should be locked up in metal cages and fed through tubes.
But here's what really bothers me: How do you get to a point in life where normal sexual activity becomes so boring that you need to be suspended in a leather harness in order to find pleasure? I understand a French maid outfit. I OWN a French maid outfit. But not this.
We now live in a world where we get everything we want — so sadly everything becomes dull. It forces us to push further into a freaky place to find joy in life.
My only hope is that the gentle sex life of the past becomes truly perverse, by its mere absence — and therefore exciting again.
Until then, I will quietly retire to my activity pit with my houseboys in silent protest.